My Life on a Plate

Out of Sorts

After three months of advocating the health benefits of dieting, low alcohol intake and working out at the gym, I seem to have come down to earth with a bang.

I'm not sure what's wrong or if I'm going to develop something, but for the last three days I've felt totally weird and out of sorts. Can't put my finger on anything specific and haven't changed my regime or habits in any way, but just can't seem to get going at all.

I'm not sleeping too well again and having the most bizarre and anxiety-wracked dreams. Consequently I wake up feeling exhausted instead of refreshed. My eyes feel like the proverbial two burnt holes in a blanket. I have continuous sinus problems and earache as a result, but shouldn't complain as that's mainly self-inflicted. My rotary cuff injury although improved, has never really gone away and has become more painful over the last few days. I just feel washed out and peculiar, not helped by cheerful friends who reel off all the dreadful conditions I could have.

The weather doesn't help at all; I cannot believe how windy and cold it is for May or remember the last time I felt the warmth of the sun. I'd quite gladly borrow one of Nada's hot flashes right now.

So all I can say is I'M A WRECK! lol My brain cannot even function to write a decent blog or leave any witty comments, never mind start any serious writing. I'm supposed to be on a girly day out tomorrow and at a college reunion on Saturday, but if things don't improve I'm not sure how I'll make either.

I'm such a baby - I HATE feeling unwell and it's come as a nasty shock after feeling so well for a while. I wouldn't mind so much if I'd been partying for three days, but feeling like I've been on the binge when I've done nothing to deserve it doesn't go down too well. Good health should never be taken for granted, it's true.

So nothing for it but to cave in and rest awhile. Tomorrow is another day...a much warmer and healthier one I hope. Now I need volunteers to carry me out of here on a stretcher. Okay, I admit it, I'm a WIMP.